Connor Davis Anderson

[Connor Anderson]

The Basics

Name: Connor Davis Anderon
Nicknames: None really, though his brother likes to call him Con-Man.
Age: 15
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Cellular Regeneration: Ability to regenerate cells quickly, healing oneself. An involuntary ability. Side-effects include hunger and fatigue after regenerating.
Play By: Nicholas Hoult

The Details

Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Blue
Any Piercings? None
Any Tattoos? None
Any Scars? None
General Appearance:

Connor is relatively simple when it comes to his appearance. While he likes to take an extra two minutes in the morning to ensure the clothes he’s grabbing a) are clean, and b) match decently, he isn’t hugely fussy about things like brands or anything. A shirt picked up from Wal-Mart can be just as functional as one from The Gap, thank you very much. For him, it isn’t practical to have big name brands, as they’re just more expensive to replace. Growing up on a horse farm tends to mean that you go through clothes twice as fast as anyone else on the planet, and unless you’re spending money on jeans that are going to last at least a year of abuse in the saddle, it isn’t worth it. His favorite things to wear currently are sneakers that have most definitely seen better days (but they’re cozy!), t-shirts, and jeans. And hoodies. As long as the weather permits it, he’s sporting one.

His dark hair is usually shaggy, but short. He’s happiest when it’s out of his rather intense blue eyes. To his dismay, he still looks a bit like a little boy, which tends to invoke ‘cute’ from people, and he’s dreading the day he’s allowed to venture into bars. He’s suspecting that he’ll be carded for a long, long time.

His build isn’t overly tall, standing at 5’9”, and relatively slender. He does have muscle tone, mostly in his arms and legs from years of riding his family’s Thoroughbreds, and has no issue filling in the time at Hammel in the gym with weights. He doesn’t want to go back to the farm and not be able to ride as well as he did when he left.


Personality:

The first thing almost anyone notices about Connor is the fact he’s polite. Despite the fact both he and Curtis were more or less raised in a barn, their mother enforced things like manners at an early age. Even when he was younger, he was expected to mind himself around various guests at the farm. It became habit at an early age, and even becoming a teenager didn’t deter it.

Connor is very friendly and open. He’ll strike up a conversation with just about anyone he thinks might listen to him, and heaven help the person that starts in on the subject of pets. He makes no secret of the fact he has a horse back home, and misses him. His hobbies are also no secret. Whenever he’s able to, he likes killing a few minutes in the band room on the drum kit. He’s also apt at pulling a deck of cards out of his bag and assaulting his friends with card tricks. Hey, has them, he might as well show them off, right?

He is loyal to a fault, and always happy to be of service. Of course, he’s also stubborn as all get out. He’ll do almost anything for his friends, often to the point of ridiculousness. (Just don’t ask him to keep a secret.) Once he has his mind set to something, it’s difficult to deter him. His parents have witnessed it when he refused to give up on Sona, even as a pleasure horse, and most of his friends have witnessed it at one time or another. He’s also easily distracted from things like schoolwork. While he likes good grades, sometimes the work is a little… dull. In those moods, just about anything can attract his attention. All in all he tries to be a good guy. Respectful, polite, loyal. Sometimes his stubborn streak can get in the way, but he tries.

He can also be leery when it comes to new people, especially girls, suddenly wanting to be friends with him. He likes keeping the fact his family is well off under wraps, mostly because he’d rather have friends based on his personality, not where he came from. He’s had people try to befriend him directly after a horse of his parents’ won a decent sized stakes race. He tries to give them the benefit of the doubt, but there is always a small seed of uncertainty in the back of his mind.

Your Vices

Likes:
+ Drumming
+ Card tricks
+ Horses
+ Riding as fast as possible
+ Betting friends on horse races (He knows the ins and outs, so don’t take him up on this if you’re smart. ... Seriously.)
+ Twizzlers
+ High places
+ Coke (never ever Pepsi, ew)
+ Bad horror flicks (with corn syrup blood everywhere and you can predict what happens next)
+ Math
+ Simpsons
+ Watching Curtis race
+ Teaching Sona tricks
+ Exercise riding his parents’ horses
+ Autumn
+ Leaf piles (for jumping in - he’s still a child)
+ Early mornings (one gets used to them on a horse farm)
+ Dark chocolate above ALL else (white is a close second)
+ Hoodies
Dislikes:
- Meat (he turned vegetarian when he was twelve, after making friends with a neighbour’s cows)
- Winter
- Track accidents
- Poetry
- Girls that suck up just because his parents’ horses have won a few (very decent) purses in racing
- Needing glasses for reading (he ignores this most of the time)
- Being called cute (unless by an equally cute girl)
- Acknowledging his family has a fair amount of money
- Being mocked for being respectful/having manners
- Getting ansty when waiting for things (he would love to be more patient than he is)
- Having to keep something secret/a surprise (he’s terrible at it)
- The fact he’s still sort-of-kind-of scared of the dark
- Musicals
- Thunderstorms
- Dancing (for all the grace he has on horseback, he feels like he has two left feet)
- PETA (they have no idea what they talk about)
- CSI and all its’ spin offs
- Dubstep (too much freaking thumping for his taste)
Strengths:
+ Being organized
+ Math/business skills
+ Ability to function early in the morning without the aid of coffee
+ Great at both card tricks and drumming
+ Patience when dealing with horses
Weaknesses:
- Keeping things as a surprise. He can’t contain himself and spills it.
- Impatient when dealing with anything but horses (waiting in line, etc.)
- Meat tends to make him throw up now he’s so used to going without it
- Horse shaped objects make him unreasonably happy
- Easily distracted from schoolwork if something fun comes up
- Training. In that he doesn’t want to. It’s no fun when you have to inflict an injury on yourself in order to make your body respond.
- Farsighted
Fears:
- Curtis being injured in a track accident
- The dark (he likes sleeping with some sort of light or noise going)
- Clowns
Secret: Every time he knows Curtis is racing, he says a quick prayer for him. His brother would tell him he’s lame for doing it, but he does it. It’s such a habit that he’s afraid if he doesn’t, something bad will happen.

Family Ties

Father: Clark Anderson, 47, Head Horse Trainer
Mother: Lindsey Anderson, 45, Stable Manager
Siblings: Curtis Anderson, 22, Apprentice Jockey
Any Other Important People: Solar Flare, aka Sona, four year old chestnut Thoroughbred Gelding

History

Connor was the second child born into a family that lived and breathed racing. Growing up on a farm designed to produce, train, and race sleek, fast Thoroughbreds, Connor developed a deep love for the industry, and the animals. By the time he was walking he was strolling down the aisles of the stables on his own, content to visit with the massive animals and the various barn cats. He was riding by the time he was six, on his brother’s hand me down pony. Not that he cared. On Flynn’s back, he was king of the world, and the next greatest jockey.

Or. You know. A slightly clumsy six year old on a fuzzy pony reluctant to go faster than a choppy trot.

Just like his brother, as he got older he started exercising some of the horses in training. It didn’t take much at first. Just cantering and galloping them on the small track on the property. While he didn’t have plans to be a jockey like Curtis did, it was still an incredible feeling to watch the trees whip by at top speed.

Connor developed a light, gentle touch that the horses seemed to respond to. One in particular was a bright chestnut colt that was high strung and difficult to handle, even for Connor’s father. Connor made a point of sitting in the colt’s stall, or in his field, trying just to make friends with him. Day by day he bonded with him, taking him from a skittish thing to a confident yearling. With his father’s help, he taught the horse, named Solar Flare, to accept tack, and eventually, someone on his back. By the time the colt was two, Connor was taking him out to the practice track. Ever the flighty creature, Solar Flare sadly didn’t live up to his potential on the track. He would spook at things along the fence, and even blinders didn’t help. Eventually, Solar Flare was deemed unfit for the track, and Connor’s parents began looking at rehoming him as a pleasure horse, or a jumper.

Connor begged and pleaded them to let him keep Sona, as he had started calling the horse. He would take over Sona’s care 100%, work on his focus, and get better grades at school. Eventually, the begging paid off. If he could care for Sona, he could keep him as his pleasure horse. Of course, his other responsibilities still stood. He still had to help feed in the mornings, muck stalls after school, and exercise the other horses. Only then was he allowed to ride his horse. In Connor’s mind, it was the perfect arrangement.

At fourteen, he was working with his father and Curtis to train one of their fillies to take a saddle. She had been difficult through the process, ears pinned and teeth snapping the whole time. Just as Curtis tightened the girth, she swung her head around and bit Connor’s arm. It was hard enough to draw blood through his shirt, scaring both his brother and father. The filly was put away, and Connor’s father was preparing to dig out the first aid kit to see what he was dealing with.

Only when he came back, there was barely a bruise on his son’s arm, and Connor was looking for an early dinner, as well as a nap.

A trip to the doctor to try and explain it resulted in a blood test to confirm suspicions. Connor had a meta-human gene, and it was active. It wasn’t long after that than a recruiter showed up to the farm. Information was gone over about the Hammel Institute, and while Connor’s parents were willing for him to go, Connor wasn’t so sure. All he’d done was heal really, really fast from a horse bite. That didn’t mean anything, did it?

Unfortunately, he didn’t have a choice in the matter, and he was shipped off to Hammel with the recruiter.

He’s been at Hammel for five months now, and while he doesn’t mind the classes, the training is another story. Having to inflict harm on himself in order to prove he can heal himself seems redundant at best, and cruel at worst. Still, if he can just get to the end of his studies and graduate, he can go back to Kentucky and Sona, and back to normal life.

Roleplay Example

Mommy do I have to?

,a\What About You?

Name: Madsy. Madzilla. Mommy.
Age: 100 – 75. Math!
Experience: How long did it take me to write this?
How Did You Find Us? The Site Mommy shall not tell of such things.
Ready To Play? I am. Connor... might be another story.

[Lugia *]

Accepted!

Awwwwwww.